Yes, that time again— when the leaves array and crinkle, snipping from their gentle homes in the breeze down and away, to go out and adventure. What was born in Spring waited patiently all till Fall, so that it may make its one great journey through the wind.
One such leaf snaps from its strong oak, and it says goodbye to its barkish parent, off to see the world.
Its flight across the ground and through the sharp autumn air only lasts a minute before it smacks into the face of none other than Holiday Event Planner Minion, here-to referred to as simply "Holiday Minion".
His chaotic blacker-than-pitch antennae curled to the sky like antlers of praise, he lifts the leaf from his glowing eye and lets it fly onward.
"So, as I was saying," he continues, addressing the group of minions surrounding him and his white board. "There's a distinct lack of good Non-Chaosday holidays between Summer-Extreme and Kingsday."
Contrarian Idea-Ruiner Minion crosses his arms skeptically. "Are you actually implying that we need another holiday? As if we don't have enough?"
"Yes."
"Yeah!"
"Hell yeah!"
"Obviously," a slew of surrounding minions respond.
Regrettably, Contrarian Idea-Ruiner Minion forgot that he wasn't saying this on the Internet; after a quick double take, he runs off into the bushes in embarrassment, making a straight shot for his laptop so he can complain about this self-caused humiliation on his blog with three followers.
"What an absolute nutjob," Space Defense Minion remarks through his cool space man helmet.
"Don't mind him, Holiday. The rest of us think it's a great idea!" Scout Minion says with a nod. "Especially if it involves punching people in the face!" she adds, slamming one tiny fist into a palm.
Raid Minion lifts a hand up for a high five, which she promptly accepts. "Hell yeah!"
"Can it have tasty things in it?" The rather-plump Hyper-Epicurean Minion asks, half-eaten scone in her grip.
Holiday Minion smiles. "W-well yes, I'm sure it can have all sorts of very wonderful things; it's just not that simple, though. We need to have the idea approved by His Great Festiveness."
"Eh," an almost human-height minion lifts a hand in the back, his antennae like straight arrows. "I'm kinda,… new, so I'm curious to know the process— if that's alright."
Holiday Minion nods, the pair of little bells on his antler antennae jingling pleasantly. "Of course!… You're um… oh dear…"
"'Worry Minion'" he assists.
Bird-Feeding Minion nudges Worry Minion. "You could have asked me, you know."
"Well, why don't you explain for us, then," Holiday Minion requests with a smile, "in case we have more folks that aren't aware."
She accepts the challenge and extends her hands in annunciation. "So, it's more or less a panel every twice a year or so, sometimes less sometimes much more, in which Chaos takes suggestions from the minionry at large for how to improve life here at Towerne."
"He's so dreamy and cool!"
"The Overlord cares about us so much, I can hardly contain my gratitude!"
"I like geometric shapes," ring in three smiling minions separately.
Bird-Feeding Minion nods, taking a quick pause to toss some feed to a set of exotic birds. "Quite. So minions assemble and present their ideas, but while he's usually open to the ideas, a successful presenter would need to make it pretty… exciting for him."
"Exciting?" Worry Minion asks.
"Yes dear, like… like in the case of a new holiday, we would have to decorate, bake, dress up, and actually simulate the holiday for him to properly care about it. Either way he'd probably say yes, but whether he remembers or not is another matter entirely. If we go forward with this, it would have to be a totally ecstatic event."
"Gotcha," he says with a confirming cross of the arms. "So we gotta hit it out of the park, is what you're saying."
"Homerun!" The incredibly specifically-named Baseball-Analogy Minion exclaims with a slick twist of his helmet visor.
"Thanks," Worry Minion says with a smirk.
"So that said, it should be a baseball holiday!" Baseball-Analogy Minion asserts with a furious swinging motion.
"It's gotta be an Herbalism Holiday!" Herbalism Minion chimes in.
"POLYGONAL SHAPE HOLIDAY," you-know-who interjects.
"Raiding and pillaging holiday!"
"Collectible card game holiday!"
"Tea-appreciation holiday!"
"N-now everyon-"
"Fighting holiday!"
"It has to be an eating tasty sweets hol-"
"Swimming Holiday!"
"A piano concert holida-"
"P-please buy my book holid-"
"People, please!"
"Raiding, pillaging, andfighting holiday!"
"Good idea, dude!"
"Hell yeah!"
"Baseball holiday, I'm telling you guys-"
"POLYGONAL SHAPE HOLIDAY."
"Archery!"
"T-taking naughty pictures!"
"Harvesting my wee- eh. I mean harvesting flowers holiday!"
"WE ARE JUST IMPORTING ONE, FOR THE LOVE OF F*** YOU ALL!" screams Holiday Minion at his absolute maximum volume.
Everyone takes a short breath.
"B-Couldn't we have a piano recital in i-"
"No, not unless it would actually improve the mood of the holiday! Holy shit, dudes, are you all f***ing real right now?"
"S-sorry Holiday, I just really like fighting," Scout says with an apologetic squint.
"And I love eating!"
"A-and I love getting free publicity for my novel… Maybe we could make a holiday about that. By the way, you guys should really check it ou-"
"Self-publishing Minion?" Holiday Minion snips.
Self-publishing Minion corrects the ironic glasses on his face. "Y-yes?"
"Stop."
The scorned minion turns away sharply. "O-okay. Sorry everyone."
"Okay."
Holiday Minion takes three long breaths, recites his mantra once or twice, and takes a sip of his Kingsday Peppermint Tea. "O…kay. So!" he restarts, calm and chipper as usual, "I figured we would know a winning holiday if people have been doing it for a long time, and I did some digging. All Hallows Eve is a super cool one; it's actually the most-celebrated holiday in the Omniverse!"
There's an awed coo among the group.